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Welcome

for·tu·i·tous adjective 1. happening by chance rather than design.

This is the boat log, or 'blog' if you will, of the sailboat Fortuitous, where we reflect on our sails, our screwups, and our thoughts about nautical things.


Recent Log Entries:

Strange Winds, Small Bay

You thought you knew this bay. You thought that between the human-generated forecasts, the ones that come straight off the computer models, and your own experience of how they're usually wrong, you could triangulate some general sense of what might happen. But here you are, bracing yourself on the starboard cockpit bench, pulling the tiller into your chest daring the boat not to round up, overpowered in a narrow channel with powerboats flitting around like moths. ...continued

Portlights, Part 1

Last year, when we noticed that our portlights seemed to be actively funneling rain water into our boat rather than shunting it away, I bought the official window reseal kit from Catalina Direct. I even collected all of the tools that I thought I might need to complete the installation and packed everything into one box, ready to go. I then put that box in my basement among all the other boxes of boat stuff, like the generic crate containing the Ark of the Covenant at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, and promptly started wondering where all of those tools went. ...continued

High Summer

Maybe I'm becoming more antisocial...or, ok, as I definitely become more antisocial, I start to consider things like "let's see this movie when it's on its last legs at one remaining theater within a hundred miles" to avoid human interaction, but when it comes to sailing, sometimes you just have to go. ...continued

Toilet Humor

I suppose that there comes a time in every boater's life when it is time to go head to head with the mysterious contraption that is the marine toilet...and wish that you just used a cedar bucket like a civilized person. ...continued

The Long Arc

As I write these log entries every week or two, it's easy to get bogged down in the minutiae of "we headed downwind and went wing and wing" or "I pulled out a fistful of hair and made an improvised tool from a sea shell, some seizing wire, and the remaining half of the boat hook," but sometimes there's a weekend that causes me to ponder the long arc of our sailing careers. ...continued